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Lu Shengrui didn't have any fatal wounds on him, but there were too many minor wounds. The blood from the small wounds dyed his white shirt red, making him look like a patient in grave danger.

Qing Qing sat by the bedside with one arm, elbow on the bed and cheek on the other, quietly looking at Lu Shengrui, who was dripping on the bed.

His face was almost perfect. Handsome and delicate